Glitter in the air

What is it that scares you? What is it that makes the hair on your arms unfix, your palms swetty and your every breath feel like a trapped animal in your chest?

Is it the dark? A passing memory of an old bedstory, creatures and beeings hiding in the shadows? Is it the wind just outside bedroom window?

Or is it something much more frightening, a monster in the dephts you've only glimpsed partially in your souls´vast dark and unknowned inner.

Whatever it is, if you want to tell me I'm hear.